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way, and how do you want to change it?”
    Wow, this was a lot for a second date, if that was what you could call this. Standing out in the cold on a street corner discussing my life decisions, I felt exposed, like a newborn baby coming into the world. I couldn’t understand why he wanted to bring this up.
    I pretended to watch a car driving down the street, anything so I didn’t have to look into his eyes and tell him the truth.
    “Are you going to answer me?” Grabbing my shoulders, he forced me to look at him. Looking at his square jaws, slim arms and built torso, I could tell that he’d never had the issues that I had.
    “You’ve never been made fun of because you’re fat.” I went back to that place when I was teased in the school yard. “Sammy the Fatty, they used to call me. I never had anyone that liked me for me until Trevor.” The tears came down with the realization that the only person that really could stand me was a drunk.
    “That’s not true. Your size has nothing to do with it. Your confidence is in here.” He tapped my chest right above my heart. “You are beautiful, and those men do not define you.”
    Him saying that made me look up. What was he trying to prove? He’d already had sex with me and probably could again, if he wanted to. There was no need for this.
    “If you want to change, I can show you how.”
    I nodded to him not, even though I still didn’t haven’t a clue what all this meant.
    He took my hand, leading me down the street.
    “I think you’re ready now. This is going to change your life.”
    With a stranger in the dark, I walked into the unknown. If Kyle could really change my life like he said he could, I would have walked with him into the sun.
    Maybe it was time for a change in my life. Maybe this change would be for the better, for once.
    “But where are you taking me?” I asked. The inquisitive side of me had to know.
    He stopped, looking me in the eyes and smoothing the hair from my face.
    “I am going to show you the Dom Den.”

*****
    T he Dom Den was a secret place. There were no big neon signs or a parade of naked people indicating that there were sexual fantasies that took place there. From the outside, no one would have known what it was; it was just a three-level brownstone to the naked eye.
    “Come on. They’re starting already.”
    Kyle led the way, picking up the pace toward the front door. A few other people were in front of us. Getting into the house, it felt more like a dinner party. People were laughing and joking, and from the looks of the inside from the door, everyone was having a good time.
    “Name, please,” a girl holding a clipboard asked at the door.
    “The Keeper, plus one.”
    I looked at Kyle like I had never seen him before. The Keeper? That was new.
    “Go right in. The show is about to start,” the girl said with her dirty blonde hair blowing in the wind. Her white-collared shirt was buttoned all the way to the top and tucked into faux leather pants. I wasn’t sure what her role was as we entered the house.
    Bright lights glared from above and some classical music played. Everyone mingled with a glass of wine—or some sort of glass—in their hands.
    Traveling deeper into the house, everything seemed normal—like a dinner party with friends. Some of them knew Kyle, exchanging handshakes and hugs with him and smiling at me.
    Getting to the dining room, there were a group of people already seated. Standing near the table was a woman that took my breath away.
    She was naked—well, almost naked; she did have on a tie. Her hands appeared to be fastened behind her back.
    “What is this?” I whispered in Kyle’s ear.
    The smile on his face gave no response. He only pointed across the room.
    My eyes followed his finger to a woman dressed entirely in black. Seeing the paddle in her hand, I didn’t need to ask who she was. She informed us.
    “Your attention, please.” She began walking towards the naked woman with the tie. Her